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synopsis. you got alhaitham to tutor you, although he uses a method you weren't quite expecting, ⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ cw, fingering, soft dom alhaitham, petnames used: good girl, fem! reader ᰔ
"repeat that paragraph, that one, read it to me," shuddered and twisted, you weakly nod back at alhaitham's words, the veil of lust drawing across his face.
you admire his honed jaw and poised tone, the perfect shade of red on his cheeks, no trace of imperfections except a lustre ignite of fire shaped inside the yearning in his eyes.
for now, you were only capable to re-read half of the paragraph as he digs the finger deeper inside before curling it, curling it hard, nudging your puffy cunt as you close your eyes at the impact, alternating between squeezing his hand with your thighs and parting your legs in obvious invitation.
alhaitham continues to lightly stroke over your searing walls, tracing his way further until you squirm at the mind-altering press on your cunt, your hole clenching around the digit, holding the finger in for him to never leave you, "yeah, good girl— ugh, but what else? that's not all," he grins as you sneakily ride his hand, his cock hardening inside his pants.
you rest your head on his shoulder, your focus forced on holding onto the book as good as you could.
you attempt to continue, founding it to be futile when he fucks you with a precision that quickened your blood.
"what else do you got for me?" he repeats.
"c-can we just forget about studying already?" you attempt to reason, stuttering over your words, "you know i can't— i want more," as you cough out and squirm, your hips shifting forward so your clit could grind against the heel of his hand ever so often, "i can't focus like this,"
you were correct, in fact, you were certain no one in all of sumeru could ever focus on a single task when a man such as alhaitham himself, no matter how aggravating at times, would look at someone with such hunger in his eyes, a gaze filled to perpetual sharpness.
you do not want him to stop, you want him to do more.
"you seem to enjoy it," the confidence in his tone could not be any clearer, "very much."
he tilts his head to look at you, the brush of his lips against your cheek making you whimper, the following scrape of his teeth hovering against your jawline tempting out a shiver after such tenderness.
a sensual thrust of his hand repeatedly curls and digs into you, knocking the air from your lungs as you clench as strongly as you could around a single digit, his finger rubbing just so against the furthest, most delicious spots of your walls that it increased the force and pressure on your tight belly from the inside.
how long until you break?
his finger wiggles inside, the touch exquisitely precise, awfully confident, and you found yourself in an inescapable position, impossible to hold yourself back from sinking into the sensation of feeling him. just having him touch you.
"you want me to put another finger?" he kisses your cheek tenderly.
your skin holds against sweat and desperation, tickling the hairs on your skin as a satisfactory pleasure could be felt ebbing and flowing through the entirety of your body.
"yes, please another," you breathe, greeting the scribe with a little more than soft excitement in your voice— but you sounded so angelic to him, your voice silk alike, drowning in a river of solace.
shameless in his doings, alhaitham smirks against you, his lips a hairbreadth away from your ear, "really? you think you got that?"
you nod in certain ecstasy, keeping one hand wrapped around his wrist as he pleasures you, stretching and burning into your hole.
the scribe remains confident in wanting to embed his touch, all of it, on you— not only that but his scent too, he needs your body to pick it up until his aura webs all over your most delicate spots naturally, nothing comparing to the feeling of fullness he gives you.
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loving is easy (it didn’t used to be) ft. wriothesley
in which a familiar face brings wriothesley to a dark place, a place from where only you can pull him out. you always find a way to staunch the flow of blood from his broken knuckles, one delicate kiss at a time
contains: 2.7k word count ; female reader ; spoilers for wrio’s backstory and quest—briefly touches briefly on murder and child exploitation and trafficking ; mentions of blood and injuries (pankration rank) ; reverse comfort ; established relationship ; angst with a lot of fluff too ; this is slightly a character study of wrio i suppose
“—thesley, stop—wriothesley! you need to stop!”
“your grace, that’s enough!”
one voice calls out to him after the other. slowly. one by one. they register in his ears after being muffled for so long, after only the sound of his own voice rang in his head for so long.
more. he can take more. again. give him another. one more. don’t stop. another punch. punch. don’t stop punching. just keep punching.
he can hear the words repeating in his head as he lands a fist one after the other to the swollen, bloodied face under him.
finally, he stops—he doesn’t have a choice. his shoulders are grabbed, strong sets of multiple hands holding his arms back before his knuckles can make another precise landing to their target.
typically, wriothesley doesn’t participate in pankration rank matches very often. the place is entirely reserved for him to use after hours, when his boxing gloves can come out and a punching bag can take the brunt of his hits.
it’s better that way. it’s less likely to cause injury of inmates, it’s an effective method to get rid of his pent up frustrations through the day, and it’s a wonderful way to exercise and get in a work out.
today, however, he can’t wait that long. the thought of waiting until everyone’s off to their quarters to sleep, until the rank is his alone in the dead of night, until hours have passed and he’s had to suffer simmering in his thoughts is not something he thinks he handle today.
today, on a rare whim, wriothesley decides to join a match himself. he’s done so before—and in all fairness, it’s never exactly turned out poorly. sure, he wins a bit too easily, and, of course, the inmates are typically too nervous to really give him a proper fight. but it’s not the first time, he joined.
but right now, as his senses return to him, as the guards pry his body off the opponent he’s pinned to the ground, as your concerned gasp rings in echoes through his ears and sigewinne’s shocked face quickly approaches the unconscious and bloody figure crumpled on the floor, he thinks this might just be his last match.
“wriothesley,” you whisper, voice shaky and disbelieving, “what in teyvat has gotten into you?”
he stares down at his fists.
blood.
so, so much blood. just like that day—just like that cursed day. his hands shake as they ball into tight fists, nails digging into the meat of his palms. the pain feels good, he faintly registers. it feels like something, anything against the numbness he’s starting feel spread across his entire body.
he’s fairly certain the only reason he’s standing upright anymore is because the guards are there to stabilize his body.
“someone should take him to the infirmary,” you set your shoulders back, a firm tone taking over your voice as you decide to handle the clear poorly tamed situation. you gesture at the limp form on the floor, making guards nod as they rush over and lift the body. “sigewinne, will you be able to take care of him?”
“of course,” she nods, quickly following after the guards as they leave.
wriothesley’s not fit to do anything but stare off in a trance for the moment. you’ll tackle that issue in a bit—first, you turn to the surrounding crowd, voice strict as you say, “everyone is to leave the rank. now.”
inmates at the fortress know better than to question you. at times, they even wonder if you have more authority over wriothesley than he does himself over the entire fortress. they quickly file out of the room, hushed murmurs between them all that you pay no mind to.
what do you reckon has gotten into his grace?
you think that guy’ll be alright?
it’s a good thing i didn’t participate today.
me too.
you catch the faint words every now and then as all the bodies quickly empty out of the rank, leaving you, your boyfriend, and the few guards still holding him upright.
“my lady,” a guard quickly walks up to you, urgently handing you a first aid kit as she adds, “the head nurse has requested for this to be delivered to you.”
“thank you,” you murmur softly, taking the kit in your hands before smiling at the guards that slowly but surely let go of wriothesley’s arms, letting him stumble over until he stops just before your figure.
his eyes are still so distant, so hollow.
“we’ll be off,” one of the guards nods, “we’ll leave his grace to you.”
“of course,” you return the gesture, watching as they slowly exit too, leaving you and the duke to yourselves.
you look at him in concern. he doesn’t meet your eyes, focusing on the blood stains on the floor not too far away.
“baby,” you say gently. delicately. like approaching a small, caged animal as you carefully reach a hand over. he doesn’t pull away, but he stiffens as your hand cups his cheek, “you should sit down. i’ll just clean your hands, okay?”
“i…”
“c’mon,” you guide him by the wrist, slow steps that he follows, completely silent, completely resigned to letting you pull him along as he blindly follows.
you softly push him to sit on a bench at the side, grabbing a hand and slowly setting to work. he doesn’t even let out his usual exaggerated hiss when the sting meets his broken skin as you disinfect it with a cloth.
“i didn’t mean to,” he says quietly after some time, overwhelming guilt coating his words. “i don’t…i can’t figure out what came over me.”
“i know you didn’t,” you reassure, pausing when his eyes stare up at you unsure. “you’d never mean to hurt anyone.”
his face tells you he doesn’t believe you—don’t you know what got him sent here in the first place? how could you say that so confidently when you know his past?
he scoffs bitterly, looking away as he mutters, “yeah, sure.”
“so you meant to hurt that guy?” you raise a brow, making his lips curl into a frown as he pauses, contemplating your words before slumping in defeat and glumly shaking his head.
“no,” he mumbles lowly, voice hardly audible if you weren’t so close, so intent on hearing him.
“okay, what’s on your mind, baby?” you press a sweet kiss to his forehead. his hand is still in yours, cleaned and bandaged now as your thumbs trace over the tough, dried calluses of his palms. “talk to me.”
“nothing,” he says gruffly, not meeting your eyes as you look at him and sigh.
“i’d believe you sooner if you told me you were trying to kill that guy,” you reply—you think you might immediately regret the choice of words as soon as he flinches.
kill.
was he trying to kill the man? it certainly feels like he might’ve been. he didn’t mean to lose control like that, he’d never purposely hurt an inmate in such a manner. but one taunt turned to two, and it’s easy for the cocky opponent of his to get under his skin—something that’s so unusual, so unlike wriothesley.
he can’t remember the last time someone’s, let alone an inmate’s words mattered to him. someone apart from you, perhaps sigewinne.
“you haven’t been yourself since the newest prisoner,” you note, voice taking on a careful lilt as you brush back sweaty strands of hair from his forehead, pressing a lingering kiss to the skin.
he closes his eyes, letting out a stuttering breath.
“what makes you say that?”
it’s a deflection—wriothesley is certain you’ll see through him, but it doesn’t stop him from avoiding the heart of the matter nonetheless. he doesn’t look at you, opting to stare down at the bandaged knuckles of his hands, imagining the blood that was just there moments ago.
he’s familiar with blood on his hands. this wouldn’t be the first time, and he’s certain it won’t be the last. he wonders why he was destined at such a young age to always feel the thick, crimson liquid coat his skin. why he of all people is cursed to feel the warmth of life spill across his knuckles and turn cold.
wriothesley doesn’t even blink, doesn’t even register your hands covering his own, squeezing as gently as possible so you don’t disrupt the sore skin under the cotton.
“wriothesley,” you call, hands moving to cup his cheeks, “it’s okay, i promise.”
i’m here now. you can trust me. i won’t betray you. i won’t let anyone betray you.
that’s what you mean—he can hear the words hidden under the ones you speak, whispering to him like echoes that speak over the calls of his childhood.
they’re enough to make him bury his face into your shirt, inhaling the scent of you to try and forget the wretched scent of blood. he’s so tired of blood.
“that new inmate,” he starts, voice hoarse, croaking so weakly, your hand cups the back of his head to bring him closer, “he was my older brother. when i was a kid.”
wriothesley’s childhood is not foreign to you. you’d read the files before you came down to the fortress for work, and even after your relationship shifts from colleagues to lovers, he tells you. the version that’s seen from the haunted eyes of a little boy forced into the reality of a man. the version that doesn’t speak through the codes of law, but the horrors of a child with no way out. the version that makes wriothesley human, not a criminal.
he doesn’t speak of his siblings, not often anyway. too many of them left before him, before he could have known they needed to be free. he doesn’t know what happened to them, and you think he might never want to know. the ones he set free have lives of their own, he tells you. he took it upon himself to find out, just to be certain.
just to know they’re safe.
you’re sure this recent prisoner must be the first of his older siblings that he’s ever come across past his youth.
“he doesn’t recognize me,” he whispers, fingers hooking into your shirt as he grips you, “i can tell.”
“do you want him to?”
“no,” he admits, “i don’t…he doesn’t know me as wriothesley. maybe that’s for the best—i don’t think knowing it’s me would be very good for him.”
“i’m sure he misses you,” you soothe your fingers through his hair, raking your nails across his scalp as he shivers at the tenderness of your touch. “just like you missed him.”
tenderness has never come to him without a price. his mother’s gentle hands and his father’s kind words all came at the expectation of mora. mora through his mind and body as though it were theirs to sell away like he was nothing. a mere commodity to come by and own rather than a child to love and nurture.
your tenderness comes without a price. without so much as an expectation for the affection in return. your love comes because it wants to, because loving him is the price you earn, not the price you pay.
“i’m too different now,” he says quietly, “i can’t be what he needs. not as a brother—i was too late.”
“too late for what?” you scoff, pulling his face from your shirt much to his disapproval. the soft flesh of his cheeks spill over your palms as you squeeze them together, forcing his head to tilt up and meet your gaze. “too late to what? to setting him free? you were a child.”
“i know,” he sighs, fluttering his eyes closed once more as your thumb strokes the scar under his eye. “we all were.”
wriothesley hates this scar in particular. it’s right under his eye, the first place he glances to when he looks at his own reflection. he can’t even assure his hair isn’t unruly without being reminded of the unfairness life has handed to him—but you love it. he thinks you must, with the way you kiss it so often. feel it under your delicate thumb. look at it so fondly. trace it with your index finger when you think he’s sleeping.
you love such ugly parts of him, he wonders if he’s ugly at all. if maybe he’s just bent, waiting for your hands to come gently mold him to be smooth, undamaged.
but you never try to fix him. instead, you try to love him for all the dents and scratches that he is, unwilling to change him despite all the flaws that stick out like a sore thumb.
that must be what love his, he realizes one day. not spilling blood on your hands for the sake of the ones you love, not leaving them behind so they won’t be tainted by your sins, not pretending they don’t exist so they can be free from being of reminded the horrors that cling to you.
love is you, when you look straight into his terrible, shriveled heart, stomped on and shattered over and over, collecting the shards in awe. loving each piece no matter how tiny, no matter how difficult to hold onto. love is choosing not to put them back together in a cracked, messy version of what it once was, choosing to file away and soften the sharp edges slowly, even as it makes your fingers bleed. love is keeping him close, even when he stands so far, walking extra steps even when your heels and calves ache from closing the distance he puts between you.
love is so easy to you, he wonders why it’s been so difficult the rest of his life. how can something seem so effortless now, after it took blood and tears from his for so long before?
he doesn’t know. but he doesn’t want to return to those dark, wretched days. his mothers hands weren’t kind, they didn’t hold him, didn’t protect him like they should have. his father’s eyes didn’t hold light, they never glowed at the sight of him, never shed a tear for his sake. and his siblings—oh how he once loved his siblings, how he considered himself so lucky, so gifted to run among them with his tiny, innocent feet.
but that’s gone now. those days are over. he no longer uses that cursed name he once answered so gleefully. he’s wriothesley now—duke. administrator. warden. your lover.
he’s fine with just that.
“what’s he here for?” you ask after some time, breaking the comfortable silence as he stays buried into your embrace.
“murder. just like me—the family he was sold to.”
“he’ll be okay,” you hum, trailing your hand to find his back, rubbing up and down the planes of his muscles through his shirt. “i’m sure of it.”
“how can you be so sure?” he asks disbelievingly, “i was at my lowest after my sentence.”
“you didn’t have an administrator as capable as you,” you point out. “he’ll be okay. he has you—whether it’s as his brother or as wriothesley. it’s up to you. either is more than enough.”
“you think so?” he looks up, pressing a kiss to the pad of your thumb as you trace his curled lips.
you nod, grinning gently as you say, “of course. when have i ever been wrong?”
“i suppose never,” he chuckles—his knuckles feel lighter now, as they mold to fit over your hips, holding your waist securely as if he holds his whole world.
he does. he doesn’t tell you, but he does.
“you have an injured inmate you owe an apology to, by the way,” you remind him, laughing as he pouts into your hand, laying his cheek further against your palm.
“i’m injured too,” he protests, “it’ll have to wait until i’m healed.”
you raise a brow, giving him an amused look. “and where exactly are you injured, your grace?”
he holds his hands out to you, the evidence of your tender love and care evident through the careful bandaging. but he’s selfish. because you let him be.
so he asks for more, in a simple plead of, “i need to be kissed better. please?”
you shake your head and laugh as he bats his lashes, but you don’t dare deny him. never saying no to more love, never running out of the affection he doesn’t know if he quite deserves.
“will it allow you a speedy recovery?”
“most definitely,” he confirms, nodding in all seriousness.
“fine then,” you snort. you kiss his knuckles, one press of your feather-light lips at a time.
the haunting feeling of blood goes away—all that’s left is the easy, simple feeling of being loved.
i headcanon that wrio recognizes an inmate when they’re new a bit after he becomes warden as one of the older children he was adopted with and spirals for a few days because their crimes are so similar to his but as an adult. and he mourns that he was too little back then to set the children before him free. and i wish i could tell you why all of my hcs about wrio are so depressing but he’s more fun to write that way bc then he’s that much more in love with reader when she comes into the picture ;)
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✦ You surprise them with terms of endearment in their language
(Or, pretending that Teyvat uses certain languages based on the regions.)
Pierro, Capitano, Dottore, Scaramouche, Pantalone, Childe
✧ You don’t remember what prompted you to emit this word specifically, however, its occurrence was as natural as the auroras in the Snezhayan sky. During a typical day, when you were casually conversing with Pierro, you just replied with:
“Of course, just be careful, mel.” (honey)
It was out before you could register it, and you hoped he didn’t catch on. But it's known that nothing passes by the Jester unnoticed. Pierro’s gaze was uncharacteristically stunned, yet it softened the moment he turned to you.
“It’s been… centuries since you called me that.”
You averted your gaze away in shame, muttering a small apology. But the Director stepped closer to you, his gloved fingers brushing underneath your chin to look you tenderly in the eyes.
“No, no. I do not seek an apology. You often called me melimelum (honey apple) during our days of guilelessness. Go on. Utter these words for me once more. I must know whether you remember them as much as I do.”
Meeting his gaze, you stammered upon your words but managed to convey “mi mel” (my honey) for him again despite your coy disposition. The Jester smiled as if an eon-long frost had been melted off his heart. Thus, he leaned closer to relish your lips in his, whispering.
“That’s more like it, corculum (sweetheart). These words are always sweeter when uttered by your lips.”
✧ It is no one's surprise that you and Capitano participate in convivial challenges. Who else would match the harbinger’s fierce ambition for competition if it weren't for you, his partner? From duels, training, and games, to even… endearing nicknames. Yes, just loudly calling each other cute nicknames until the other gives up, in the privacy of your own home.
“You may be the strongest man in Tevyat, Capitano, but!” - you loudly proclaimed “I can still defeat you in a battle of wits.”
“Your words bring forth a challenge that I seek, my beloved. If you dare to challenge me, know that I will not back down.”
“Hmph!” - you crossed your arms, a triumphant smile already gracing your features. “My dear, sweet Captain. Don’t be so sure of yourself. It’s clear that I love you more.”
“Absurd,” - Capitano clenched his fists, his resolve is unshaken. “My love for you brings mountains to dust and the seas to dry. It is clear that I love you more.”
“Tsk, tsk. I can still express my love in a far wider range, geliebter (loved one).” - There it was. Your special attack as you spoke confidently back. “ You better not underestimate me.”
The Captain froze, his stance now rigid. Even through his pitch-black helmet, you could see you seized him off-guard. A word he has not heard in centuries, even more so, you put in the effort to pronounce it correctly. The Harbinger stepped closer, his sharp fingers gently cupping your cheeks.
“My dear, cherished, loved engelchen (little angel). Where did you learn that from? Such sweet words will not be tolerated. I shall memorize the entire dictionary to out-win you in this battle of precious monikers.”
“Oh yeah? We’ll see, herzblatt (sweetheart), because I did my research! So I win!” - you mumbled proudly, even when Capitano kept squishing your face by squeezing your cheeks lovingly.
Your little ‘warfare’ was left at that, and you didn’t think much of it afterward. A successful conquest; or so you credulously thought. Little did you expect, that in a couple of days, Capitano would burst into the room, a thick book in his hand labeled ‘Dictionary & Encyclopedia of Teyvat's Ancient Languages’.
“My dear, you won’t believe this! I have found a compelling addition to what I must call you, notlazohtlé." (my precious thing)
“U-um, Capitano. You didn't actually spend days trying to memorize a whole… dictionary, did you?”
“Nonsense. A warrior never backs down from a challenge. Especially one bestowed upon him by his yōltzin.” (lover)
✧ When Il Dottore heard you speak, he had to ensure the grip on his book was firm. He swore he almost dropped it but made sure to conceal it, as his back was facing you while he stood in front of bookshelves.
“What did you just say?”
“Habibi” - you retorted simply. “Or, do you prefer azizam?” (my dear)
There was a prolonged silence coming from the Doctor. The sound of this native tongue brought a conflicting range of abrupt disgust and wistful familiarity. Yet Dottore clenched his jaw; there wasn’t an ounce of humor in his voice, and he would much rather go on pretending he hadn’t heard you say those words.
"What are those harebrained names you are calling me? Has your time in Sumeru made you so asinine?"
You were not surprised he reacted this way. Nonetheless, It was futile to hide your solemn disappointment, so you sighed - "Never mind..."
The book he had been flicking through was gradually set aside. Although you couldn’t read his expression, he remained eerily still.
"Say it again."
"Hm?"
"I said,” - Il Dottore suddenly turned, stepping closer to firmly set his hands on the table, looming over you. “Say it again."
Oh no, you thought. “I said habibi. Like people in the Sumeru desert region often say… But I thought you’d loathe it so maybe aziz-”
Your words were cut off, as the Harbinger cupped your jawline and made sure to silence your doubts with his own lips. The sudden kiss was as sweet and warm as honey, and as ardent and fiery as the blazing deserts of Sumeru.
“I was not being serious.” - He explained after leaning away, even if his scoff came out stilted. He didn’t mean to be rude, instead, he was impressed you went your way to learn these expressions. His hold on your jaw abates in an instance “Call me whatever you want.
You blink - “Well, you studied like… twenty languages since you were a student. So I wanted to gauge your reaction. What about ‘my heart’? was it kalbi, or…?”
“...Ya balsam qalbi (O balm of my heart), you just called me a dog.”
The Doctor couldn’t help but laugh at your antic. Your sweet attempts at endearment were beyond him, especially when you fumbled on pronunciation. Thus, he settled with teasing you, locking his lips back with yours. You could feel his love wash over you like the gentle breeze blowing across the sand; carrying away any lingering worries and leaving you with the joy of being with him.
✧ Scaramouche abhors seeing couples being all mushy and sweet in public. Lovers giggling when embracing under the shade? Ugh. Calling each other cute nicknames as they walk? Disgusting. Stealing discreet kisses while no one is looking? Nauseating!
His reaction is nothing new for you, as he frequently crossed his arms in annoyance. Particularly after a nearby married couple passed by the two of you, one of them saying “Anata, don't forget to buy some sugar and flour on our way home.” - Just people going on with their lives. What you didn't expect was how the Puppeteer would latch to your arm and accuse you:
“Why are you not calling me that!?”
You blinked in bewilderment - “...what?”
Scaramouche huffed, his expression sour - “You know what! Dropping the semi-formalities and using Anata (dear). Don't make me repeat myself.”
“But that's how married couples refer to each other.”
“So?”
Silence. The two of you awkwardly stood still, frozen. And then it clicked. “I can’t believe my ears… The 6th of The Fatui Harbinger,”
“Wait, I take it back –”
“Is asking me,”
“Don’t. Don’t you da–”
“To use anata, like a precious spouse would do to their loved one! Aaa!” - you gushed and beamed, your tone countering Scaramouche’s flustered groans, while he tugged at his hat to conceal his furrowed eyebrows. “Should I welcome you home with a cute pink apron, telling you that dinner and a bath are ready, too? Or maybe, offer you something else… ”
“You’re insufferable. I regret even bringing this up now.”
“Fine, Fine. I'll stop." - you sighed after a hearty chuckle. “Sometimes, rigid formalities can appear as an insult too, you know. After all, what sort of sweetheart would I be if I didn’t consider your troubles."
You mused innocently at the mental image of using terms of endearment like a married couple. However, your imagination was interrupted as the Harbinger took it upon himself to grab your waist, pulling you flush against him.
"Did I tell you to stop? If we're going to pretend to be a cute, married couple - then do so properly. Besides, what was that part about offering something else when greeting me back home?”
✧ When you prepare little surprises for your beloved Pantalone, you often come up to him with contagious excitement, eager to show what nick-nacks and artifacts you brought along. This time, you recently returned from an expedition in Liyue, and as always your affluent partner greeted you with honeyed enthusiasm, embracing you tightly as you spoke of your adventures.
“Pantalone, Pantalone!” - You exclaimed gleefully “I learned something new while I was staying in Liyue Harbour!”
“Oh? And do tell, sweetheart, what is it that caught your curiosity this time?” - Pantalone spoke elegantly, helping you undress from your adventuring garbs.
“I was familiarizing myself with certain literary texts and it led me down a rabbit hole of traditional phrases common in Liyue… And I figured out how to call you precious! Bǎobǎo!” (baby)
Pantalone’s eyes shot wide open with renowned zeal. He grinned and clasped his hands, “Oh, my treasure! How adorable of you! And did you go all the way out just to learn this for me? Let me hear you say it again.”
“Bǎobǎo! It suits you! Or maybe you prefer xīn'gān?” (heart and soul)
Pantalone was ecstatic, his smile further widening - “My, my, you certainly worked on your pronunciation. Your stay in Liyue paid off then, because dear, you are making me swoon with your adorable surprises. Pray tell, what other phrases did you learn?”
“Well, I was told that lǎogōng (hubby) is good.”
“Mhm, yes, yes.” - Pantalone nodded.
“Also huài bāo,” (naughty)
“O-oh?”
“And wǒ yào nǐ,” (I want you)
“O-.... oh,”
“And also shǐjìn yīdiǎn (go harder), but I was told this one is a little bit intense.”
The Regrator became motionless. You gazed at him with such pure naïveté, so oblivious that your charming perception didn't grasp the weight of these foreign words. He placed his hands on your shoulders firmly and inquired seriously:
“My sweetheart. Who, exactly, taught you all this?”
“Well, so. There was this lady who had a small perfumery shop by Chihu Rock. I think her name was Ying'er.” - you pondered but smiled “She was a nice lady, she taught me all these phrases, and said they would work like a charm!”
Pantalone had to exert all his mental strength to avoid fainting or exploding. He is unsure of what exactly, but one more word from you and he'd drop to his knees with a ring for you. Rather than translating your earlier words, the Harbinger lets out a shaky sigh and focuses on controlling his hitched breathing.
“Oh, Shǎguā (silly). If you were unsure of the words' meanings, you could have just asked me and I would have demonstrated. Personally.”
✧ It was another day at Tartaglia’s family home in Snezhnaya. You visit him often and his family has long since welcomed you as part of their household. Especially the siblings, as Teucer and Tonia always welcome you with tight embraces whenever you arrive.
When you found your beloved Childe in the kitchen, he innately greeted you with a kiss on the cheek, asking: “You’re right on time, sweetpea. We’re planning on making homemade meat dumplings. Maybe some borscht as a side dish too. Is that okay with you?”
To which you simply nodded, already moving to help - “Of course, milyy (sweet). Do you need me to start with the bullion?”
The Harbinger stopped. He never heard you use native terms, but when he registered your words, his head quickly snapped toward you in astonishment.
“Do my ears deceive me?! Did you just call me…!”
Aha, so you got him. You tried to hide your giddiness, a faint grin threatening to appear - “Well, I just tried to use something new. You love nicknames, right? So perhaps…”
“Say it again!” - The man practically leaped at you, his eyes now glowing with elation as he hyped you up to reveal your cards.
“Okay, okay big guy, just take it easy. I just said milyy (sweet). Maybe you’d like it if I said… lyubimyy (darling)?”
Tartaglia gasps as your sweet words hit his ears, but then a wide grin spreads across his face. “Oh, is this a challenge? If so, fight me! I will shower you with more love for each sweet word coming out of your mouth. But I warn you, you'll have to use them a lot more often from now on.”
He kisses your cheeks again, this time with even more passion and fervor while he cupped your cheeks. His lips felt like waves crashing against the shore, and each one left an invisible imprint of love and adoration on your soul. As you chuckle at his affectionate antics, small hushed voices interrupt you two.
Teucer and his sister Tonia were peeking behind the kitchen door, giggling as they eavesdropped on you two. However, when Tartaglia caught their gazes, the rascals scurried away giggling.
“Hey! Quite sneaking in! Did your parents not teach you to give adults some privacy?”
Latin: melimelum (honey-apple), mel (honey), corculum (sweetheart)
German: geliebter (Loved one), herzblatt (sweetheart), engelchen (little angel)
Nahuatl (Aztec): notlazohtlé (my darling/precious thing), yōltzin (lover)
Persian: azizam (my dear)
Arabic: habibi (my dear), Ya balsam qalbi (O balm of my heart), qalbi (my heart), kalbi (my dog, lmao)
Japanese: Anata (informal you, dear for couples)
Mandarin: Bǎobǎo (baby), lǎogōng (hubby), huài bāo (naughty), wǒ yào nǐ,” (I want you), shǐjìn yīdiǎn (go harder), Shǎguā (silly melon)
Russian: milyy (sweet), lyubimyy (darling)
*While I speak Arabic, and Russian and know a little bit of Japanese; If you have some additional info on the linguistic part, or speculation or spot some inaccuracies - please, please, please 🙏 kindly share them with me! I am open to fixing any mistakes. Or if you just have headcanons and love projecting certain languages onto these characters like I do - share them with me!
Thank you
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𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐕-𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃 !!
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 first time w the anemo boys - how are they during their first time , etc ?
𝐭𝐰 nsfw , MDNI , dom!reader for xiao , praise , degrading (?) , petnames , vanilla sex (?)
𝐀𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 - 𝐊. 𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐡𝐚
He's such a sweetheart the whole time , making sure you're comfortable 'n' making sure you're comfortable , always checking in on you
"Ah~ love, y'feel so good. ." He whimpered, thrusting into you with a steady speed, holding onto your thighs "Ngh, y'okay there, love?" He asked, before planting a gentle kiss ontop of your temple, his thrusts continued at the same pace, as you both neared orgasm "Can I cum inside? Ngh- I hafta cum inside. . 'm begging-"
𝐒𝐇. 𝐇𝐞𝐢𝐳𝐨𝐮 - 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢
He is THE tease, he'll go easy on you since it's your first time, but after it he'll be teasing you about all the facial expressions 'n' stuff you made ESP since it was your first time.
"You're so tight, my darling~" He moaned shamelessly into your ear, you were laying with your tummy on the bed, while he was thrusting into you slowly but roughly. "It's almost like this cunt is begging me to stay. ."
𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐫
Wanderer as Scaramouche is used to degrading, so he'd try his best to be quiet during your first time as to not hurt you , he'd also be fairly gentle - and at some point he'd try to praise you like he knows you like but it was a little awkward.
Wanderer let out a grunt as his hips bucked into yours, your legs were over his shoulders and his hands were holding either side of your hips- his pace was at a steady rate , but still more than enough to make you moan his name "Your pussy is basically begging to be destroyed, your cunt is such a good girl, huh?"
𝐗𝐢𝐚𝐨
Xiao is SO inexperienced, he has never even once seen a woman naked - or even a man. He understands the concept, but not the feeling, how pleasurable it is, so when he sees how good it feels it's honestly insane to him.
You were ontop of Xiao, riding his large dick - which he didn't realize was so big. Xiao's hands were tightly gripping your hips. Every single time your thighs hit his, you got a whimper or a grunt from him. "Hngh- this feels.. go-od" Xiao's voice cracked.
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ೀ ׅ ۫ . 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄, 𝐏𝐀𝐏𝐀, 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐃 . . (𝑀𝒰𝐿𝒯𝐼𝒫𝐿𝐸 𝒞𝐻𝒜𝑅𝒜𝒞𝒯𝐸𝑅)
multiple character x f!reader ﾉ 18+ content. ﾉ nsfw + unprotected sex ﾉ raw sex ﾉ breeding kink ﾉ mentions of pregnancy ﾉ possessiveness ﾉ creampie ﾉ hinting to previous orgasms ﾉ slight tit play ﾉ mdom + fsub ﾉ not proofread ! ໒꒰ྀི ง`0´ ꒱ྀིง
dis was literally an abandoned wip i was putting on hold,, originally meant 2 b a neuvillette fic bbuuuuttt i figured 2 jus make it a short multiple character! drabble instead since i was gettin supa frustrated with finishing it, but also didnt wanna jus throw m' work away,, eek . art credits go to @/sso_s__ on twitter ♡ + ↻ are rlly appreciated ! !
You cushioned his face with your breasts, your hand cupping his chin as he panted and moaned into your soft, pliant flesh. He was a mess, a whimpering, whining mess, his face buried in the valley of your breasts as his hips thrust into the welcoming, warm heat of your cunt. You could feel the way his hips trembled, his cock driving into you, the length of him stretching you out, the thickness of him filling you up. Your belly was already swollen with his seed, the way he'd filled you up, the proof of your coupling, of his claiming, visible.
You let out a breathy moan, the way his cock was dragging along your walls sending a shiver of pleasure down your spine. The heat of his tongue was delicious as he sucked and kissed at the sensitive flesh of your breast, his hips snapping forward as he fucked into you. Your pussy was absolutely dripping, the sounds of his cock thrusting in and out of your pussy filling the air, the obscene squelch of his cock in your pussy making him groan.
He was so, so close, the knot in his belly winding tighter and tighter, the promise of his climax just within reach. His hand came to rest against your lower stomach, and his palm pressed into the slight swell, a whine escaping him as he imagined how you'd look, carrying his children. Your womb was full, his seed ensuring that you'd conceive, and the thought of it was almost enough to send him tumbling over the edge. You were absolutely wrecked, a mess, the way his cock was thrusting into you had your head spinning, your legs trembling with the effort of keeping them wrapped around his waist.
Your hand threaded into his hair, pulling his head away from where it was buried between your tits, your lips crashing into his. Your kisses were messy and heated, filthy, the slide of your tongues together causing your already aching cunt to throb with further need. The punishing pace of his hips faltering, the way his pace slowed to a leisurely roll had you whimpering.
"P-pll-lease!" You gasped, a plea tumbling from your lips as you felt yourself growing closer and closer to your own peak. You were so close, the tightness in your belly nearly unbearable, the sensation driving you wild. You needed to cum, needed the relief of your release, and you tightened your grip in his hair, the way he was rutting into you drawing a choked cry from your throat.
He could feel himself nearing the edge, his hips picking up the pace, his thrusts growing erratic. He was chasing his high, desperate to cum, the way you were moaning and gasping spurring him on. A drenching heat coated his cock, and his cock twitched, the tight, fluttering heat of your cunt threatening to push him over the edge. Your body was aflame, your climax imminent, the way he was pounding into you driving you wild. The knot in your belly unwound, a strangled scream tearing its way out of your throat, and your cunt pulsed around him, your orgasm overwhelming.
He fucked you through your orgasm, his hips stuttering, and his cock twitched, a guttural growl sounding from him as he finally reached his peak. A wave of hot, white heat washed over him, and he buried himself to the hilt inside you, his sweet, gooey goodness splashing inside you. A shuddering inhale fell from your lips, your eyes screwed shut as he emptied himself deep within your hole. Your hips canted up to meet his, your pussy milking his cock for all he was worth, your head thrown back against the pillow.
You lay there, chests heaving as you struggled to catch your breath, your bodies covered in a sheen of sweat. He was still buried within you, the warmth of him inside you causing a pleased sigh to escape your lips. Your thighs trembled as you came down from your high, the way his arms had wrapped around you making you feel safe. His cock softened inside you, the heat of his cum leaking out around his cock and pooling on the bed, the sheets soiled with the remnants of your coupling. But, even then, he didn't pull out, didn't leave your warmth, instead burying his face in the crook of your neck and sighing, content. His hand came to rest against your lower stomach, his palm pressed into the slight swell, a possessive growl sounding from him. You were his, and soon, everyone would know.
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⋆ DEGRADATION KINK
ft. Scaramouche, Childe, Pantalone
𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 cw. f!reader, doggy 4 all of them. dacryphilia, hair pulling ( sc. ), praising + degradation ( ch. )
request from @lilitt
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Scaramouche loves it when you cry, when your soft, cute eyes water slightly under the mean tone in his words. only spurs him into being meaner. “filthy slut” he groans in your neck, keeping your legs spread, back arched and your soaked, spread pussy right where he wants. one of his hands keep your hips bent while the other tangles in your hair, pulling roughly, “always so desperate for cock, like a stupid whore” how could he blame you when he fucks you so nice and deep, touching every inch of your sweet pussy, “you love it when I fuck you like this, huh? when I use your drenched hole to masturbate... fuck, so tight and warm”
“that’s what you are, nothing more than a hole” his words are evil, accentuating each one with a sharp smack of his hips on your ass.
“can’t speak, bitch? are you fucked stupid already?” and you wish to retort, to fight back his accusations but the only thing that comes out of your puffy, bitten lips is a mewl, high pitched and so fuckin’ pretty that urges Scaramouche into plunging you deeper, faster, dragging tears out of your eyes just like his cock drags your slick, making a mess that drips down your twitching thighs.
although Childe tries, he really, really tries, there’s no helping him to stop the constant praises coming from his lips, you’re such a good girl for him, a tad desperate of course, but that doesn’t make him want you less.
“you’re so pretty, so needy, my precious slut” he murmurs, a hand gently placed on your lower belly, pushing you back into his hips, forcing you pretty cunt to suck him deeper each time, “you want more?” he asks in a mocking tone, keeping his rhythm slow but steady.
“ngh, yes...”
“begging like a cock hungry whore” Childe purrs, pressing his lips just below your earlobe, not giving into your pleading, but instead, maintaining the pace with his nails digging in your thighs, most likely blooming bruises underneath, “you’ll stay still and take what I give you... good girls know how to obey”
by this point you’re certain you’ve made a mess, wantonly whimpering and attempting to bounce on your lover’s cock, only to receive a slight pinch on your butt, “i told you to stay still, whore” he tsks, pushing your body forward and burying your face in the pillows, right before mercilessly using your pussy, if you don’t obey, he’ll show you the consequences.
“the fatui’s slut” is the first thing Pantalone mutters as soon as his cock slides deep into your cunt, keeping your legs spread wide and bent over the expensive wood of his desk. his long, slender fingers keeping your asscheeks spread, lustfully observing the way your folds stretch around his girth, dripping so much slick that it stained your thighs, “and here I thought we were to be feared, but you... are so desperate for some cock, hm?” his voice is low, laced with mock.
slow but steadily he starts to pick up the pace, savoring the cute, pleading moans and the way your walls clench around his cock with each word off his mouth, “you don’t mind getting into the wolf’s mouth as long as your cunt is filled”
somehow his words only make you squirm, digging your nails on the wood below you for Pantalone to chuckle at the display, “perhaps i’ll let my fellow harbingers have their way with you too...” his words trail off, and you really wonder how he keeps talking while balls deep, although a sharp intake of air is what you hear from him as he bends over your naked body, his pristine shirt brushing your skin and his cock sliding an inch deeper “but... i’m a bit too possessive with my toys”
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A SMOOTH CRIMINAL
⋆｡˚ ❀ pairing: wriothesley x gn!reader
⋆｡˚ ❀ wc: 1.4k
⋆｡˚ ❀ summary: you play a harmless prank on your close friend, neuvillette, and he decides to retaliate by sending you to the fortress of meropide for your so-called “crimes”
You weren’t exactly a hardened criminal.
Sure you had some bouts of harmless thievery as a child but even then you always returned the item to the owner out of guilt. So, how you got sent to the Fortress of Meropide for messing with your friend was beyond you.
Naturally, it just so happened that your friend was the Chief Justice, and your little prank happened to be pouring out an entire salt shaker into his water as he took a small trip to the restroom. But in your defense, Neuvillette had ordered the last La Lettre a Focalors on the menu and wouldn’t even share a bite with you.
You huffed at the memory. Salty water was too kind of a punishment, looking back at it.
Still, you didn’t expect such a petty thing would have you branded as a criminal. If you had known, you would’ve added the contents of the nearby pepper shaker into Neuvillette’s water as well. That way, this sentence would have at least felt more justified.
After your paperwork was processed, Madeline told you to enter the lift and wait for someone to give you a tour. This would be your new home for a whole…seven days. You hoped you could survive it.
You tapped your foot as you waiting for your tour guide, eyes scanning across the dark, metallic room. Despite the dim lighting, the Fortress sounded more lively than you would have expected.
Just as you were starting to grow impatient, you spotted a familiar figure walking your way.
Wriothesley, you recognized. You had a brief run-in with him only one before in your life— When you were hanging out in Neuvillette’s office waiting for him to finish the last of his work, when Wriothesley decided to pay the Iudex a surprise visit. Judging from the amused expression on his face, it would seem he remembered you too.
Now, whether it was a good or bad memory, you couldn’t exactly say. Though, for the sake of your time here, you sure hoped it was the former.
“Prisoner 8072,” he greeted with a chuckle.
You waved sheepishly. “That’s me, reporting for duty, sir.”
“At ease, solider.”
You rolled your eyes, secretly please he went along with your antics.
He beckoned you to follow him as he began to show you around the fortress. “Now, before we start the tour, would you like to tell me how you landed here?”
With an innocent look on your face, you shrugged.
Wriothesley raised his brow expectantly. “My sources tell me it was an attempted poison of the Iudex.”
Your jaw dropped. “Is that what Neuvillette is telling people?!”
“Just me,” he admitted.
You almost laughed in disbelief. “Well, it’s a little too late to defend myself now—not that I had a fair trial in the first place, mind you—but I at least have to say that poison the Chief Justice speaks of is measly table salt!” With a huff, you folded your arms across your chest. “Powerful Dragon of Water my ass… If he thinks table salt can poison him…”
Wriothesley chuckled at your pouting, patting your shoulder as a sign of sympathy. “For a week-long sentence, I would have expected that you put pepper in there as well.”
Your eyes lit up. “That’s exactly what I’m thinking!”
He nodded in agreement, humoring you as he showed you to the cafeteria, offering you a free meal that you graciously accepted.
“While a week-long sentence may be unjust for your the level of your…misdemeanor, I do still hope you can enjoy your stay here,” he said as the two of you finished up your food.
You considered your thoughts before stating, “I might. If you keep treating me to these free meals.”
Wriothesley laughed, the noise coming deep from his chest, and you grinned in return.
“Oh, what would the other prisoners think if they saw their duke playing favorites?” he said in mock despair.
“So you admit I’m already your favorite?”
“Do you find pleasure in putting words in my mouth?”
“Amongst other things.”
His eyes widened and you flushed as you realized the implication of what you had said.
“Salty water,” you clarified as you cleared your throat. “That is all I was referring to.”
He nodded solemnly, trying his hardest to keep a straight face. “Of course. Words and salty water.”
“Exactly.”
“Noted.” After a brief pause, Wriothesley quickly changed the subject. “Before I lead you to your dormitory, let me show you my office.”
You followed along dutifully, making sure your mouth was glued shut until the embarrassment wore off. When the door closed, he beckoned for you to have a seat on the chair in front of his desk.
“To earn your keep here, we use a currency called Credit Coupons,” he explained. “Now, typically, the most steady and secure way for an inmate to earn these is by working in the production line–heating an shaping metals. A physically demanding job even for the strongest of individuals.”
You almost broke out into a sweat at the thought. Neuvillette would definitely be getting an earful from you once you were free from this injustice.
Wriothesley laughed at the horrified look on your face.
“But luckily for you,” he said, “by special order from the Iudex himself, it was request you do administrative work in the office with me instead.”
“Oh, my gods,” you sighed in relief. Neuvillette was safe for now.
“Don’t get too excited yet,” he warned with a teasing lilt to his voice. “Are you sure it’s better to be trapped in here with me for seven days than to brave the production line?”
You quirked your head to the side. “You seem friendly enough.”
“I’m glad you think so.” He stood up from his chair, pushing it in and waiting for you to follow suit. “Though brief, I look forward to working with you.”
“You as well.”
He nodded. “Now, it is getting late. Allow me to me conclude this tour by showing you the dormitories.”
The thought of seeing your new bed for the week excited you. You were tired from walking around so much and you couldn’t wait to shower and collapse on a mattress—no matter how thin it may be.
Wriothesley dropped you off at the door of your room, watching as you examined the place. You blinked slowly.
He laughed. “Not to your liking?”
“I’ve seen hotel rooms that look worse,” you said while shaking your head. “I can manage!”
“If it is too uncomfortable, don’t hesitate to let me know. Perhaps I can provide you with some special accommodations.”
You hid a smile. “Such favoritism already. Is this what being friends with the Chief Justice does for you here?”
“Connections don’t quell you any favor in this part of Fontaine,” he said. “This treatment is based on your own merit.” He paused. “And the fact that the Iudex specified that he didn’t intend for this to be a genuine prison sentence.”
You almost snorted at the revelation, the pieces clicking together. “Is this his prank in retaliation for me adding salt to his water?!” you groaned, only upset because you didn’t think of this first. “What an abuse of power.”
Wriothesley chuckled. “Such is the life.”
As he got ready to leave you to your bed quarters for the night, he paused at the exit. You looked at him expectantly.
“Did you need something?”
He shook his head. “No, not at the moment. I only wanted to say, I look forward to your assistance around the office tomorrow.”
You smiled in agreement. Who wouldn’t want a break from real life and escape to a prison ruled by a surprisingly benevolent duke?
“Also—“ you looked up to see his sideways grin “—tomorrow’s breakfast is on me.”
With a chuckle, you found yourself agreeing to his offer. “I’ll look forward to the morning then.”
“Have a good night in your temporary home.”
As Wriothesley left the dormitory, you couldn’t shake the smile from your face. If you were going to be here for a week, you might as well make the most of it. At least with the Duke, your time wouldn’t be so bad.
Maybe even after your sentence, you would still come and visit him.
You closed your eyes as your head landed on your pillow. It was harder than you expected. Quite uncomfortable, actually. You made a face.
Perhaps Wriothesley could come up and visit you when this was over instead.
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⌗ SOMEBODY'S WATCHING ME. 𐙚˙⋆.˚
(´∀｀*)ε｀ ) ౨ৎ N–sfw content !! ; Dom!Vampire!Xiao + Sub!Yan!Fem!Reader ➜ cws: stalking, yandere themes, unprotected sex, biting, creampie, Pervert!Xiao, panty stealing, tit play. ᡴꪫ
꒰ † ੭ — For the event!
Vampire!Xiao who follows you everywhere, it's surprising you haven't noticed yet. At this point he has remembered your whole schedule, from what you eat to when you sleep.
Vampire!Xiao who thinks you look so peaceful and pretty while sleeping, leaning down to kiss your forehead and then disappearing into the night. He's just protecting you, he's totally not stalking you.
Vampire!Xiao who's a big loser, jerking off to your panties when you're not home, sometimes even pocketing them for later! Maybe he'll borrow some of your clothes too, he just loves your smell. <3
Vampire!Xiao who accidentally stumbles upon your shrine. He never knew you had a secret room, full of….his pictures? There were newspapers about him too.
Vampire!Xiao who swears he never felt your presence so how did you take pictures of him? He doesn't even notice that you came back. Standing in front of him, you definitely didn't expect that he would find out!
Vampire!Xiao who's currently bending you over a table in the same room, mocking you for being such a naughty girl! (He totally didn't act like a stupid pervert.)
Your sweet moans were a melody for him, hands gripping onto the table as he fucks your pussy. He bites your neck, sucking on the blood. Your blood was so sweet, just like you, his sweet girl. Tilting your head towards him as his tongue explores your mouth, making you taste your own blood. Fingers pinching and twisting your nipples, they were so sensitive! Pretty eyes all red from crying, legs barely holding you up, who knows how many times you came.
Vampire!Xiao who then visits you every night to fuck your brains out, you even get to be his personal blood bank, congratulations!! (or maybe not) :3
#𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐄'𝐒 :: 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 (ᵔ◡ᵔ)#dom character#sub reader#genshin impact smut#genshin smut#genshin impact x reader#genshin x reader#genshin x you#genshin x y/n#genshin x female reader#genshin impact x you#xiao smut#xiao x reader#xiao x you#xiao x y/n
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synopsis — different ways genshin men say "I love you"
pairings — bf! albedo, xiao, kazuha, thoma, alhaitham, wanderer, lyney x reader (seperate)
warnings — reader referred to as [y/n]; it's implied that reader is not feeling their best
notes — thank you so much to everyone for engaging with my previous smau scenarios!! I'm honestly feeling overwhelmed at the support it's receiving. this specific scenario might get a part two if you're interested in that!
ALBEDO
XIAO
KAZUHA
THOMA
ALHAITHAM
WANDERER
LYNEY
date of posting - may 16th 2024
#lavv.writes#genshin impact x reader#genshin x reader#genshin smau#genshin impact smau#albedo x reader#xiao x reader#kaedehara x reader#thoma x reader#al haitam x reader#wanderer x reader#scaramouche x reader#lyney x reader
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໒꒰ྀི 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓪𝓵𝓵, 𝔂𝓸𝓾 ⋆⑅˚₊
wriothesley x gn!reader . sfw . established relationship ﾉ petnames [ baby + darling ] ﾉ ‘s just fluff ! ૮ ◜ᵕ◝ ྀིა ღ 0.5k wc
“wrio?”
“yeah, baby?”
“if…” you look down abashedly, shuffling your feet.
“if?” your boyfriend urges.
“i— you’re gonna think it’s a silly question.”
“no such thing. c’mon baby, please tell me?”
and how could you ever say no to that soft tone of his? especially when you tentatively raise your head and meet your boyfriend’s adoring gaze.
you close your eyes and take a deep breath. “alright, fine. if you had to choose between me or the world, what— which would you choose? which one would you save?” your voice trails off and you decide you find the piece of tile wriothesley’s standing on quite captivating, suddenly unable to meet his eyes. you watch his boots move forward until the toes of your shoes are nearly touching.
“darling, look at me.”
he knows your tells well, that boy.
wriothesley huffs out a soft breath, tinged with amusement, and raises a hand to cup your cheek. the warmth of his rough hand against your skin grounds you and you let yourself lean into him, let him tilt your head up, let your eyes find their home in his. a smile plays at the corner of his mouth.
“i’d save you,” he murmurs, “of course i would.”
his thumb smooths over the lift of your cheek, other hand reaching out to hold yours.
“perhaps it’s selfish of me to neglect the world, especially when i’m charged with protecting the part of it here in the fortress, but i can’t find it in myself to care.”
he brings your hand to his chest, resting his hand atop yours over his heart. your fingers curl ever so slightly into the fabric of his vest, and though you can’t quite feel his heartbeat through his clothing, you’ve spent enough nights cuddled into his chest to have memorized the rhythm of his heart.
“because i value you above anything and everything else in the world. because the world doesn’t exist without you lighting it up. or— it does, but nothing has any meaning. not to me, at least.”
your heart beats in time with his.
“as long as i’m with you, i can face anything. as long as you’re with me, i know i’ll be just fine. whatever disaster befalls the world, i think everything would be okay if i just had you in my arms.”
there’s more he wants to say but the words get stuck in his throat, make his tongue feel like sandpaper in his mouth. he swallows harshly. he can’t bring himself to voice those thoughts just yet, but he hopes the kiss he presses to your forehead manages to convey a modicum of those feelings.
you hold the world in your palms. everything i’ve been looking for i find in you — all the comfort i’ve ever wanted and all the comfort i never knew i needed. being with you is like coming home. i couldn’t bear a life without you by my side, helping me through it all; i feel myself coming apart at the seams just thinking about it.
he rests his forehead against yours, gaze so tender your heart aches.
“you see? you are my world.”
#𐙚 ‧₊˚ 𝓶𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 ꒱ྀི১#wriothesley x reader#genshin x reader#wriothesley fluff#genshin fluff#genshin drabbles#genshin imagines#genshin x you#wriothesley x you#wrio ‹𝟹
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hiii i fear tumblr may have ate my ask so i'll say it again just in case--if not im so sorry please ignore this i don't mean to rush you or anything :')
wanderer, candy(does that count?), fluff!! :D
(oh oh also can i be 🪐anon/saturn anon? if not thats fine! i just thought i'd ask since i think i've been sending asks consistently enough to identify myself ^^)
notes wc 800; HII your ask wasnt eaten, i was just taking a long time writing the requests LMFAO. of course u can be saturn anon!!! welcome welcome to the blog (this ask was sent a month ago and i am very much late. idek if anon is still active here…) tbh i wrote this and just went with the flow HAHA
5K EVENT SPECIAL | EVENT MASTERLIST
You unceremoniously dump the pile of imported goods on the table, causing quite a scene in the silence of the House of Daena. They scattered about, and some even clattered onto the floor. You grinned proudly at your friends’ dumbfounded stares.
Tighnari was the first to speak. “I’m assuming you had fun on your vacation in Inazuma?”
“Do you even have money left?” Alhaitham asked, quite incredulously. The most emotion you’ve seen from this month.
It took you a moment to respond, and you felt momentarily distracted by the strange sensation of being watched. “Well, no,” you said eventually. “But I bought all this for you guys! Be more grateful, will you?”
Kaveh clapped his hands. “This is incredible! I haven’t gotten the chance to try any of these local delicacies from Inazuma!”
You nodded approvingly. See? Was that so hard? “Yes, I know. Aren’t I such a good friend? You’re welcome, all of you.”
Belatedly, they mutter their thanks.
You went on a tangent, reciting the food sales pitch you memorized from the sellers, feeling remarkably intelligent. They didn’t have to know that, half the time, you were the personification of a lost tourist/foreigner/idiot in Inazuma and just decided to play it safe and keep most of the souvenirs as food.
They segregated their wanted share and thanked you again. They left you some of the candy, which you had no qualms about eating for yourself. As you all fell into the lull of a conversation, the feeling worsened, and you’ve had enough.
You turned to your friends. “He’s been staring at me for about 30 minutes now…”
They each cast their discreet glances.
“Are you scared?” Kaveh asked worriedly.
“Look at that look in his eye!” you said. “I’ve seen that same look in Rishboland Tigers!”
“He’s not going to eat you,” Tighnari sighed. Well, he wouldn’t know that. Only Alhaitham has met Hat Guy, and he seemed to be amused instead.
“Violence is not permitted in the Akademiya grounds,” Cyno said seriously.
“Maybe it’s not you he’s looking at…?” Tighnari tried.
“Cyno, switch with me,” you ordered.
Wordlessly, he obeyed. The group watched in disbelief as Hat Guy’s gaze simply moved to where you sat next. He wasn’t even trying to hide it.
“Maybe he’s interested because it’s a candy imported from Inazuma,” Cyno supplied thoughtfully.
“That’s a good point. I’m surprised you didn’t make a p—”
“Don’t you mean—” Cyno held up the box that displayed the Inazuman Electro symbol on the front, “shocked?”
You hung your head. You spoke too soon. “OK.”
Tighnari watched your face for a long moment, but it didn’t feel as charged as the guy sitting a few tables away. “You don’t seem to hate the attention,” he concluded at the sight your giddy smile.
“No, I really don’t,” you admitted sheepishly. “He’s smart, and he’s handsome. Of course I’m interested. I just wish he would be a bit more normal about his flirting—if he’s even flirting. Should I give him some?”
You didn’t wait for an answer as your chair scraped backward and you faced Hat Guy directly.
“Make sure it’s just the candy you’re giving!” Kaveh called out.
“I see that Sparks are flying,” Cyno said.
Walking over while you held his gaze was excessively awkward, but it was worthwhile seeing Hat Guy’s little smirk grow like he was pleased you were taking his challenge. It was a bit of a problem, however, that he was undeniably attractive. If he was cute from afar, he was drop-dead gorgeous up close.
“Y/N,” you said, in place of a greeting.
“They call me Hat Guy,” he mused. “Those from Inazuma?”
“Yes.” Suddenly embarrassed that the bullshit you were spewing was picked up on by the guy who everyone was pretty sure was born in Inazuma. “Did you hear me?”
Hat Guy shrugged, plucking one candy from the pile on your hands. “You did pretty well. But I only have one criticism, and I can tell you bought most of them from the same place.”
Ah, you did do that. He tore off the plastic and popped it into his mouth, expression turning sour. “The best ones come from the locals. You should’ve asked the kids,” he advised.
Mouth dry, you said, “Yeah, I should’ve.”
Everyone told you that the mysterious new student—Hat Guy, you now learned—was prickly and slips off when someone approaches him. His birthday was apparently a very thrilling event—in the case that everyone had to hunt him down to give him his cake.
“Want a tip?” he asked, head tilted and looking entirely pretty. His tongue rolled around as he ate his—your candy.
“You seem to know best.”
“Take me with you next time.”
#606: 5K EVENT#genshin x reader#genshin impact x reader#genshin impact x you#genshin impact#scaramouche x reader#scaramouche x you#kunikuzushi x reader#kunikuzushi x you#wanderer x reader#wanderer x you
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(🍍). PINEAPPLE SHAKE served !!
ෆ. wanderer x reader .
ෆ. NSFW warning : horny boy cumming just by watching uu <3
ෆ. bondage, cumming untouched
"Shit, stop teasing," Wanderer groans as you rub his tip through his clothing. Not like he could do much about it with his wrists bound to the arms of a chair. "Why?" you look at him innocently, lips curved into a feigned naivety. "What're you gonna do?"
He grits his teeth. "When I get my hands on you, I-" it's cut off with a gasp as your hand slip into his underwear, fingers finding their way around his drooling cock.
He almost whimpers at the sight of you biting your lower lip with a teasing smile.
You pull back your hand, leaving him craving your touch. "You're so hard," you laugh nonchalantly, watching as his face goes a shade redder.
You lick your lips with a grin, studying the precum that had stained your fingers and taking a taste, all while having your eyes locked on Wanderer's expression.
His thighs tremble as he watches you slowly, slowly, remove your underwear, reaching down to touch yourself.
"Wanderer," you moan, mainly exaggerating it to see his expression.
"Stop," he says hoarsely, pulling his wrists, trying to free himself of his restraints. "Stop, stop, stopstopstop," he's whining.
The torture drags on as you continuously mewl his name. There's tears forming in your eyes, you're biting your lower lip, your thighs are spread out— if he could just free himself of the ropes that bound him, he would grab a fistful of your hair and thrust you down on his cock, listening to you beg for forgiveness. He wanted so bad to watch your belly bulge with his hot cum at that moment, to hear you scream his name like a mantra. He wanted to fuck you until you learned your lesson, until you couldn't speak, until your whole body gave out.
But for now, he groans as sticky cum stains his clothing.
"You just came untouched," you say with a mocking shocked tone.
"Shut the fuck up," he seethes, panting.
You giggle. "But you're still hard, aren't you?"
You get on top of him, lowering yourself down on his cock. "Wait-" he whimpers, "N-no-"
"You tired?" you tease. "We've only just begun."
#🍍.pineapple.shake#🥛.makiz.milkshakes#genshin fluff#genshin x reader#wanderer x reader#wanderer fluff#wanderer smut#scaramouche smut#scaramouche x reader#wanderer
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Hi, I'm a new follower! Could you do headcanons about Arlecchino cuddling with her fem! S/O? Thank you so much.
Arlecchino cuddling HCs
note -> My writers block is killing me lmao.
warnings -> none.
content includes -> fluff, cuddling.
Arlecchino isnt used to affection, but she doesnt mind showing it to you when in privacy of your home
When cuddling she likes to lay on her back with her arms wrapped around you as you lay on her chest, resting her chin on your head
Arlecchino is rarely the little spoon, but when she is its usually when she has a really hard day or when its the anniversary of her old friends death
When you have a bad day, she would whisper comforting words into your ear as she rubs your back
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spectacle ノ neuvillette . furina
ৎ୭ ₊ ˙ ⊹ . 1.5k ノ fem reader — threesome . furina is mostly only watching and praising you two ノ furina is still an achron and in her residence in palais mermonia . set before 2.2 ノ use of toys made of water . masturbation ノ cumming inside . teasing going every way . fingering . nipple play
“lady furina, is this alright?”
at your question, she hums with satisfaction, nodding with her eyes closed — long lashes flutter flirtatiously, and she bites her pink lips at the sight.
she takes the utmost pleasure in making you feel good and seeing your lovely face twist in excitement, little beads of sweat shimmering just like the diamond dust in the air, while the early sun seeps through laced curtains into the sitting room.
with the tips of her gloved fingers, she teases your nipples, tracing slow circles. her touch causing you to shudder as it trails down your stomach, leaving goosebumps on the way, a pattern of her fascination.
neuvillette spreads your legs wide, and you can feel yourself leaking, quivering, and throbbing as he makes himself comfortable under you, pulling your hips onto him from behind. you are now seated on his lap, both of you on the sofa, the sapphire velvet of cushions and decorative pillows tossed to the side to make space.
a quiet whine slips from your mouth as the girl’s nails press into the inner sides of your thighs, pushing them apart until your muscles ache with a pleasant tingle. her touch leaves sizzling marks fading within a moment, and to meet her expectations, you arch your back as you sink onto the man below you. his girth is palpable, and it takes you a moment to get used to him inside. she traces the wet line in between your folds, glistening from arousal, where the pliant flesh of your petals throbs and leaks pearls of moisture just to ease the intrusion of the draconic cock.
“ah!” you yelp, instinctively trying to shut your knees, but his powerful grip keep you open for him, at his mercy.
the goddess of justice watches as he thrusts up slowly but sharply into you. a moan escapes your lips — you tilt your head back, and he licks the nape of your neck and wraps his arms around your torso, holding you tight as he slides in and out. the view absolutely fascinated her, so close to the source that if she decided to poke out her tongue, she could lick your cunt. but she won’t do that. you’re stuffed enough already, whimpering and weak from taking the whole of his erection. on the contrary, his balls hang tightly and alone, almost begging to be fondled with.
neuvillette leans slightly, and the archon takes the hint. her fingers wrap around his sack, massaging them gently, then more firmly. she cups them, licking and nibbling, working her way along the skin with kisses.
you are a mess, and he enjoys you writhing from the sensation — the two godlike presences acting in tandem to bring pleasure to each other, and you’re stuck between, doubting if it’s real to be graced by their lust. they cannot see how your insides stretch around the cock that paves its way deeper, yet it doesn’t stop them from imagining what a wonderful job they’re doing.
further down, her wet muscle causes him to harden, which only makes you whimper and squeeze him even more; the feeling similar to mounting a marbled pillar. her fingers move around and tease him, and his balls throb against her mouth. your juices trickle down his base, right onto the deity’s greedy tongue.
“so good!” she coos, looking up at your face and locking the lapis irises with your hazy ones. the look on furina’s is pure lechery; her cheeks are painted pink, and the colour is starting to creep up her nose as well. her trembling lips, marked with an incandescent residue of your essence, betray her excitement.
neuvillette locks your arms behind, between his chest and your back, his strong yet gentle grip on your wrists keeping you in the perfect arch as he continues to fuck you. the young woman spreads you open even further, pulling the flesh with her thumbs. she can hear the filthy sounds of the iudex gliding in and out, hypnotised by the erotic waltz of how your cunt swallows his cock whole over and over.
he releases a hot, shaky breath as her palm strokes and presses against his shaft while his tip remains inside you, then rubs her fingers at the point where the two of you unite with a dew of love gracing the flesh.
“lady furina, stop your ministrations for now...” he grunts into your shoulder, trying not to cum here and there.
“ah, sorry! you two were so cute and fucked out! i couldn’t resist!” she giggles innocently and stands up. she is dripping too, her thighs glisten from the arousal that runs down in little streams she seems not to notice.
the judge adjusts himself on the sofa — not once breaking an intimate contact between your bodies. he holds you by the hips, hands on the sides, and lifts you until all but the head of his cock is out, then sits you back down. you squeal from the sudden friction, so hard and sharp. your walls tighten around him, and furina smiles widely at the sight. resting on the opposite side of you two in the lavish armchair, her palm in an elegant gesture summoning her water spirits. they form two toys — one long and phallic-shaped, the other more round and thick.
“allow me to enjoy myself as you two make such a pretty spectacle…”
she spreads her legs wide, her pussy exposed, wet, and twitching with need. she pushes the tip of the water dildo in, letting out a content sigh as the magic substance stretches her open in a slippery manner, crystalline liquid gushing droplets on her clit.
once more, the iudex glides you up and down on his length until his tempo turns erratic, matching the one set by his esteemed mistress. you are helpless, pinned to him like a butterfly with a pin to the board, impaled in every sense, your body and your soul intertwined within the pool of ecstasy. you let him move you as he pleases, and you watch the young goddess in front of you as she begins fucking herself, thrusting her hips up into the liquid erection and shoving the other, round toy into her mouth, bobbing her head.
“dear, i insist and ask of you, don’t break on me yet, alright?” you hear a sultry voice next to your ear, making you jolt a little. he bites the tip of your earlobe to bring your attention back, forcing a squeak out of your throat from the sudden sting. “our beloved archon wants the show to go on…”
“monsieur neuvillette…” you murmur weakly, and he purrs as to approve your resolve.
the white-haired damsel spares no glances towards your little dialogue, busy enjoying herself, thrusting the watery sculpture, drooling around the bubble in her mouth until the liquids combine. her eyes flutter closed as her hips buck up to meet the hydro shape halfway, her toes curled, and a an expression of utter delight on her face. she speeds up; her legs shake, her breathing ragged, and moans escaping her throat. the cock that stretches her open throbs in the rhythm of her pulse, linking all three of you in the same tantrum.
the man groans into your shoulder, and his grasp turns stronger, numb around your frame. you feel him twitch inside you, getting bigger and pulsating; your cunt is soaked, squelching, and so, so weak as it welcomes the finale. his movements grow frantic, and after a few more thrusts, his muscles tense, and he draws you down, snug against his pelvis, impaling you to the hilt with his shaft, his seed bursting hot and thick inside. you moan out, overwhelmed, and furina reaches her orgasm at the sight of you two, together. her vision goes hazy, head empty that she can no longer control the toys, and they dissolve into small drops as her pussy clenches around moisture, hungry and aching, overflowing with both her essence and the water.
the iudex holds you close while catching his breath, his forehead glistening in puny sweat, his length still nuzzled deep against your insides, descending from his high. there’s a gentle applause reverberating in the air — with her complexion dewy and her hair dishevelled, the goddess lies limp and pleased on the armchair. she looks at the two of you and sighs.
“thank you both, this was a lovely performance, just as i expected! and you, my dear sweetheart,” the archon says, gazing directly at you, “look so dazzling in the embrace of our esteemed judge…”
neuvillette kisses your shoulder and gently, oh so slowly, lifts you off him, cum and juices seeping from the tip of his cock onto the plush carpets below. furina stands up with shaky legs, and you are enveloped in her hug, warm and comfortable.
“now, how should we proceed? a bath, perhaps?” the man suggests, fixing the ruffled tufts of your hair, but his iridescent eyes lock on the goddess before him.
“yes, yes. and macaroons! we shall all have macaroons too!” she declares with giggle, plump face against yours when she nuzzles like a kitten towards the entangled bodies.
ৎ୭ ₊ ˙ ⊹ . author’s note ノ i can’t remember if i ever posted it… perhaps it was in my queue, but then i changed my mind. it’s a rewritten scenario i came up with after making a longer version with the same threesome. because i just love their dynamic when there’s a third person involved, hehe <3
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